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n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.

TLH snippet

Cordelia clutched Lucie’s hand as they jolted through the streets in the Carstairs’ carriage, surrounded by the blurred traffic of omnibuses, motorcars, and pedestrians. Advertisements whirled past. THE HORSESHOE HOTEL. THREE GUINEA STOUT. NEW PALACE STEAMERS. Signs advertising tailors and fishmongers, hair tonic and cheap printing.

Matthew, sitting across from them on the upholstered carriage seat, was muttering and swearing to himself, his hair sticking out madly.

“Hidebound,” he muttered. “Weasels.”

“What?” said Lucie.

“I think he said hidebound weasels,” said Cordelia. “But who do you mean, Matthew? Are you angry at us?”

Matthew flung himself sideways so his long legs were pulled up on the bench seat in front of him, and his profile was presented to Lucie and Cordelia. It was a fine profile: he was much more delicate-featured than his brother, who had a broad, strong face. Matthew had a face that looked as if it had been meant to be painted on china.

“Of course not,” he said. “It’s just appalling how they all treat James.” He glanced at Cordelia, and then at Lucie. “She knows, doesn’t she?”

Things I associate with GOT7

Mark: Big scarves, sweater paws, holding hands, morning cuddling, sitting by the fire, morning walks, melted candles, releasing paper lanterns, dream catchers, doodles in notebooks, postage stamps, beige clothes, picnics, buttons on jackets, embroidery, picture frames, wicker, aged paper, Sahara roses.

JB: Brick walls, dried flowers, record stores, ripped jeans, coffee shops, the sound of late night traffic, blurred lights, water drops, shattered glass, street lights, storms, walking in the woods at night, road trips, laying in fields, leather jackets, Gothic font, rail roads, basement concerts, hopping fences. 

Jackson: Looking at Christmas lights, the feeling of hot chocolate warming you up, tinsel, brewing tea, morning kisses, tight long hugs, street lights at night, homemade baked goods, pine needles, the smell of a lit candle, sweet texts.

Jinyoung: Natural lighting, succulent, clean sheets, knit blankets, baby’s-breath, Polaroid, hanging lights, dream catchers, walking bare foot on the beach, black and white clothes, the sound of wind chimes, watching trees sway in the wind, the sound of a shower running, tiled floors, green houses. 

Youngjae: Cloud gazing, cold winter breeze, flower fields, mist, compasses, writing journals, sunrise, flowers blooming, staring out the window, fresh lemonade, sitting by a lake, homemade meals, wheat fields, garden mazes, floral patterns.

BamBam: Chokers, crosses, white collared shirts, loose sweaters, black fedoras, paint smears, smoke, monochrome, damask, geometric patterns, cross hatching, marble, dates at museums, city skylines, mirrors, crystals, fountains, paisley.

Yugyeom: Flower crown, full sized teddy bears, back hugs, cherry blossom trees, sunrises, bean bag chairs, dates at an arcade, first kisses, receiving flowers, bubble baths, riding bikes in the country side, reflection of light on water, making a wish, dandelions.

Sonder

n. the realization that each random passerby is living a life as vivid and complex as your own—populated with their own ambitions, friends, routines, worries and inherited craziness—an epic story that continues invisibly around you like an anthill sprawling deep underground, with elaborate passageways to thousands of other lives that you’ll never know existed, in which you might appear only once, as an extra sipping coffee in the background, as a blur of traffic passing on the highway, as a lighted window at dusk.